A/N: Right, well this is my first PoTC story that I've ever written so I hope you all like it. Like normal, please review! I love hearing feedback on what people think of my stories! :D

Disclaimer: If I owned PoTC, I would have earned millions and be sitting somewhere on a private yacht. But, I'm not. All rights go to Disney.

It was raining. Again. It never really seemed to stop on the island. It was constant dismal weather, with everyone looking out for themselves and besides, with their house in the middle of nowhere it wasn't exactly like they were a sociable family. No, they liked their own company. Or so her mother constantly told her, they didn't need the people down there to validate them. Jade Turner- or Jade Swann as she preferred to be called- sat by her window in her long white nightgown. Unbeknownst to her mother, each night as darkness fell Jade would slip from her room, out of her window before hurrying down to the beach, searching for something. Something only she knew. Each night, as the first strains of dawn would appear, Jade would hurry back again, disappointed. This night was no exception to her routine. Once she was sure most people were asleep, Jade quickly stripped out of her nightgown, shivering as cold air hit her body, before pulling on a pair of trousers she'd stolen from a boy at school and an old shirt that her older brother had once owned that she'd secreted away. Tying her long brown hair up into a ponytail Jade pulled on some old brown boots before slipping into her mother's room. Elizabeth Turner lay asleep, dead to the world, whilst her daughter moved swiftly and silently to her bedside. Reaching under the bed Jade pulled out a sword and sheath along with a pistol. For the thousandth time Jade wondered why her mum even had these weapons, she'd never use them. Still, sheathing the sword and holstering her pistol Jade slipped away again. Hurrying back to her room she hastily opened her window before grabbing the ledge and jumping. She landed on a tree branch before scurrying down and landing with a muffled thump on the ground. With a savage grin she sped away, running the familiar route down to the beach. Pushing past the trees, she savoured how the moon was out that night, no clouds, and its silvery rays cast a mysterious light over everything. Her skin shone silver in the night as she moved. Emerging onto the beach she hastily jogged down and found a perch, an old rock. Crouching on the boulder Jade felt the sea breeze tug at her hair, letting it flutter slightly. She watched the horizon with eager eyes. The waters were still that evening. No life. Nothing. With a sigh as dawn once again began approaching, Jade hopped down from her rock, boots splashing in shallow water, before trudging home again.

"One chance…" She murmured to herself. "Just one chance to escape this hovel, and I swear I'll take it." Jade promised as she headed back home again. However, if she'd stayed a few moments longer, Jade Turner would have seen a ship appear on the horizon. A ship with black sails.

Back at her house Jade gasped as she heard footsteps behind her door. Only pausing to remove her shoes and shove them under her bed along with the sword and pistol, she dove under the covers. Her door swung open moments later to reveal her older brother Jack waltz in. Jack was 24 and had girls falling over their feet to get at him. He was well built from all the work he did helping their mother along with working on ships which could see him away from home for months at a time. He had blonde hair that fell in his eyes and brown eyes. He was freckled from working in the sun so long. Jade didn't see her brother in that light. She couldn't see past his irritating behaviour when it concerned her.

"Come on, little sister. Time to get up!" He said, shaking her shoulder.

"Gerr'off me big brother." Jade moaned. "I'm sleepy."

"Well tough. Mum wants to talk to you." Jack retorted. Jade just moaned again and pulled the covers more tightly over her form. Huffing, Jack just grabbed the sheets and wrenched them away, exposing her in her male attire. "Jade!" Jack cried aghast. Huffing, she sat up, crossed her legs and folded her arms over her chest before glaring at her sibling.

"What?" She demanded.

"What are you wearing?" Jack asked. "You look like-like-!" He couldn't speak.

"Like a boy?" Jade finished for him. "Yeah, that was intentional." She confirmed.

"Jade…mum's going to kill you." Jack warned her. Jade shrugged and hopped off the bed, crossing to the window. "You know she wants you to act more ladylike." He reminded Jade. "She only wants the best for you."

"No, she wants to make me into some prissy little London maid so I can be married off to some toff in London like a good little trophy wife." Jade corrected acidly, spitting the words out like poison.

"You know that isn't true Jade…" Jack protested.

"If she wanted what was best for me she wouldn't be stifling me by trying to make me into something I'm not." His sister retorted calmly.

"Jade…" Jack groaned in frustration before frowning. "Are you wearing my shirt?" He asked.

"It was too small for you, it fit me just right." She shrugged it off.

"Ugh! You're impossible!" He huffed in annoyance, throwing himself down onto the bed. "I want to strangle you sometimes." He told her seriously. Jade turned and smiled sweetly.

"Likewise brother, likewise." She responded. Jack almost screamed in frustration until a new voice entered the conversation.

"What's going on in here?" Their mother, Elizabeth Turner, enquired. "Jack, I told you to get Jade up so I could have a word with her." Elizabeth reprimanded until she saw what her youngest child was wearing. "Jade!" She gasped.

"What is it now?" Her daughter snapped, turning around. Elizabeth's heart caught. Jade looked just like she had when she'd stowed away aboard the Black Pearl, save for the hat which had covered her face. This was the exact thing Elizabeth had been trying to avoid. Having experienced firsthand what being a pirate was really like, she's strove to keep her offspring away from that life. Jack, contrary to his namesake, seemed happy with that life however Jade was proving quite the opposite. Though Elizabeth would never reveal her reasons for keeping Jade on the island.

"What are you wearing?" Elizabeth questioned. Jade looked down at herself before putting a hand on her hip and rolling her eyes.

"Why does everyone have a problem with what I wear?" She demanded.

"Jade Marie Turner," Elizabeth enunciated, making Jade wince at the use of her full name, "Take those clothes off right now." She commanded.

"Why? Jack's allowed to wear them." Jade argued, rather fairly in her mind.

"Exactly, and Jack is a boy. You're a lady." Elizabeth countered. Jade laughed derisively.

"So because I'm a girl I can't live how I want? Well frankly, that stinks." She decided, reaching under the bed and pulling the sword, pistol and her boots out before thrusting her feet into them quite violently. Elizabeth and Jack were too shocked at the sudden appearance of the weapons to do anything. "If you won't let me live the life I want, then I'll find someone who will!" Jade declared before she ran to the window, grabbed the upper part of it, and swung feet first out again. By the time Elizabeth and Jack had run to the window, Jade was nowhere in sight.

Well, there's the first chapter, let me know what you think and hopefully there will be plenty more chapters to come! Enjoy!

JJ x